On your hands and knees, the cock ring hugs your package in a snug embrace. Weeks of denial have left you yearning, and already you’re pulsing with desire. Courtney approaches on your right, ready for another session.
The massage table has you at the perfect height for your FWB. You watch, as she pours a pool of oil into her cupped palm. Rubbing her hands together, she reaches underneath, cradling your testes. Her other hand wraps around the base of your shaft, and you stifle a longing moan.
Courtney’s bosom bulges in her pink tank top, hard nipples pushing stiff against the fabric. Black yoga pants end short at her shapely calves, her bare feet on the carpeted floor. Blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and pretty blue eyes wander over your nakedness.
Slowly, her hand begins to slide up your shaft. In a loose grip, she stops when she envelopes your head. Back down she goes, returning to the base of your manhood. Repeating the motion, her hand spreads the lube along the length and girth of your long-denied penis.
Lowering yourself to your forearms, you touch the top of your head to the table. Peering upside-down at your privates, your purple head stares back. The cock ring has you engorged, and now you’re glistening in massage oil. The shot glass is again placed between your legs, waiting to catch any mess you should make. Your friend’s touch is nothing short of heavenly, and you involuntarily tense at the sensation.
“Mmm,” escapes your lips, your breath quickening.
“Relax,” Courtney orders, feeling you flex in her hands.
Staying calm is difficult, but you manage to loosen up. Gently, Courtney starts caressing your cradled balls, gliding her palm around your dangling orbs. The smooth sack is soon as slippery as your shaft, as it cinches up in excitement.
“Uugh,” you groan, as she strokes your rod a little faster.
“I know,” Courtney smiles, feigning sympathy. “You’re getting quite desperate, aren’t you?”
“Please, let me cum today,” you whimper. “I-I need it so bad.”
“You only think you need it, remember?” she states reassuringly. “Didnt you ‘need’ it yesterday? And the day before? And last week?”
Courtney slides her hand away from your scrotum, her fingers finding your bulging perineum–the root of your manhood. In slow circles, she massages you, as her thumb slides up toward your anus. The hand stroking your shaft continues in a steady rhythm; her lax grip just skimming the shaft.
“Uughh,” you moan, pleasure flowing along your penis. “Yes… That feels good.”
Courtney’s thumb finds your hole, her fingers rubbing your undercarriage. Never before has she touched you like this, and it’s beyond arousing. You find yourself sticking out your bottom, opening yourself for her.
“That’s a good boy,” she coos, as you offer full access. “My goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…eager.”
“Mmm, I want it so bad,” you whine. Pumping your hips in agony, you yearn to sink into a deep, tight hole.
“Don’t you try fucking my hand!” Courtney reprimands, as you thrust in frustration. She releases you in punishment, and a sharp smack resounds off your bottom.
Your member, now unattended, still tingles with pleasure. You can see your shaft gleaming, bouncing up and down with the beating of your heart. Craning your neck, you look back at your beautiful friend, who seems quite entertained by the torture she’s administering.
“Look at that,” she whispers, bending down to gaze at your genitals. “So hard. Your veins are popping, honey. All pink and engorged… Your head’s so fuckin’ plump. So purple. You’re already dripping, you naughty boy.”
“Oh!” you gasp, as she stands and takes you again. Slowly, she resumes her manipulation of your genitals.
“Try to fuck my hand again, and we’re done,” she threatens. “Now, take nice, deep breaths. Relax. Feel what I’m doing to you. Don’t think about climax; just enjoy the present moment.”
You attempt to do as told, taking a slow, shuddering breath. Instinct tells you to pump your hips, but you resist the overwhelming urge. How you wish her hand would hold you tighter. Her thumb now rests against your anus, her fingers caressing your perineum. Your testes are cinched up tight, ready for release. Every stroke of her hand along your shaft is pure bliss.
“Ohh,” you groan. “That feels so good. I-I can’t take it…”
“Shh,” Courtney consoles, her loose fist gliding up and down, back and forth. “You’re doing just fine. I know, you’ve been denied so long, haven’t you? You’re frustrated. But, what do we always say?”
“Please, Courtney!” you whimper.
“No,” she frowns. “What do we say about good boys?”
“Good boys…don’t cum,” you answer pitifully.
“That’s right, honey,” she smiles, sliding her hand to again cup your testes. “Are these so full?”
“Yesss,” you nearly cry, the sensation driving you to the edge. “Let me cum. Please?”
“Aww, poor baby,” Courtney grins. “This right here is how I like my men. Compliant. Begging. Needy.”
Pleasure is filling you–no longer focused solely in your penis, but radiating to your balls and deep down in your loins. What is this sensation? It’s-it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. Images of Courtney play in your mind: Her breasts, her legs, her tight ass. Those cute bare feet…
“Ooh!” you moan. “Oh, God. It feels so fucking good.”
“You’re welling up,” she grins, slowing the rhythm of her stroke. “Tell me what you’re feeling, honey.”
“It-its like electricity,” you struggle to think. “Everything you touch…feels like, like heaven. M-my dick… My dick wants your hand. Or a pussy. S-something tight. Something warm. Oh, yes! I-I wanna pussy. I want it so bad!
“What else?,” Courtney demands, her fingers now petting your plump testes as she pumps.
“My head is tingling,” you confess, now forgetting all but the pleasure. Involuntarily, you clench, and another glob of precum is forced from your tip. “I feel it, feel it everywhere. I’m twitching. C-can’t control myself. I wanna cum so bad. I’m, I’m so close. Please? Please?”
Courtney releases you, squatting down to observe your tortured, bound genitals.
“No!” you cry, her heavenly stimulation removed. “No. Please…”
Watching in agony, you see her set the shot glass under your dripping head. For a moment, you’re sure you’re about to peak. Though her touch is gone, the lingering pleasure hovers deep within. A few contractions now wrack your nether regions; release is imminent! However, as you teeter on the brink of orgasm, the wonderful sensations start to fade.
“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” you pant, as the semen creeps up your penis. A steady flow of white cum begins running from your swollen head. No more contractions. No spurts of ecstacy. No relief. An unsatisfying cascade of ejaculate is all you’re allowed today.
“That’s a boy,” your friend laughs, taking in the sight. “Let it all out.”
“Ohhh,” you moan, helplessly watching as the milk leaves your body–yet another ruined orgasm. “Fuuuck…”
“You’re welcome,” Courtney smirks, watching until the leaking stops. Taking the shot glass of your fluid, she holds it to the light in examination. “A good amount, honey! That’ll ease the tension a bit, hmm? Now go on, back in your cage. Get dressed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The end
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